On Literally Hitting Rock Bottom: The Anatomy of a Beat Down
I
had to learn the hard way that the world is not all sunshine and
rainbows. It can be a very mean and nasty place and no matter how tough
you are, it will manage to beat you down and knock you down, even if you
fight against it and just when you've got the world figured out and at
the palm of your hand, the world throws a quick, clean, bone shattering
jab (well in my case, in the literal sense, it was jabs...two to be
precise.) Also in my experience, I ended up on the floor- dazed. Everything
happened so fast that it seemed surreal. I felt as thought the world
(all because of two mischievous and sinister people) was standing over
me, spitting in my face as it yelled insult after insult and in my
current state, I was helpless to do anything about it. For that short
time that I was on the floor, every single thing this person who hit me
has done comes flashing right before me... I remember how she cursed me out, spread rumors about me, called me names and wished me death when I was about to go through one of the most difficult events of my life... where my body was literally going through a battle that I wasn't even sure I was going to survive...and there she was, tweeting me and actually rooting for me not to survive. The blows of course did not end
there and things got very physical... the latest one as of then,
resulting to me crashing on to the floor. I lay there for a moment or
two. These were pretty powerful hits, probably the hardest ones I have ever taken.
